"We'd better decide right away," said my brother-in-law, "to stay here a week. It's perfectly obvious that two nights are going to be no earthly." "All you're thinking of," said Daphne, "is the Casino. I knew it would be like this." "All right," replied her husband; "look at the guide-book. We haven't seen this place yet, and there are twelve excursions--all highly recommended. We can cut out Tolosa, because I see we did that this afternoon. That was where the child lobbed the jam-tin into the car. I fancy I passed the cathedral when I was chasing him. Any way, I shall say so." "I am told," said I, "that Fuenterrabia's worth seeing." "It's the show place about here," said Jonah. "Old as the hills. That'll take a morning alone." I yawned. "There's a shop there," I said, "in the Calle del Puerto, where they sell some wonderful scent. I believe it's all good, but their 'Red Violets' is simply ravishing." The girls pricked up their ears. "Who told you all this?" said Adèle. "I can't imagine," said I truthfully. "But she had a nice voice. You know--one of those soft mellifluous ones, suggesting that she's bored to distraction with everything except you." I took out a cigarette and looked about me. "Anyone got a match?" I added. "Blow the matches," said my sister. "When did all this happen?" "This afternoon," said I. "I'd always heard that San Sebastian----" "Is she staying here?" said Adèle. "In the hotel? She didn't say." "But how did you come to speak to her?" demanded my wife. "I didn't," I said. "She spoke to me. I tell you I've always heard that San----" "And you communed with her?" said Berry. "With your lawful wife working herself to death on the first floor unpacking your sponge-bag, you exchanged secrets of the toilet with a honey-toned vamp? Oh, you vicious libertine.... Will she be at the Casino to-night?" "I didn't ask her." Berry raised his eyes to heaven. "You don't know her name; you never asked where she's staying, and you've fixed nothing up." He sighed heavily. "Some people don't deserve to get on." "I hadn't time," I pleaded. "We got on to scent almost at once." "Why scent?" said Jonah. "Or is that an indiscreet question?" "Oh, that's easy," said Berry. "The scent was on the handkerchief he picked up. It's been done before." "I don't understand," said Jill. "I'm glad you don't, darling. One expert in the family is bad enough." He nodded at me. "I used to think I was useful, till I'd seen that Mormon at work. Talk about getting off.... Why, he'd click at a jumble sale." "Would he really?" said Adèle interestedly. "I'd no idea he was so enterprising." Berry shrugged his shoulders.